It's night, and I'm walking alone in the dark, as if on the edge of a city. At the top of some concrete stairs, I'm confronted by a robber. I pull out a knife, but he just grabs it away from me. I say "whatever, I don't have anything anyway", and let him search me, as I had emptied my pockets just in case something like this happened.

But then I remember that I still have my phone in the zippered pocket of my jacket - maybe he won't find it. He finds my wallet in a different pocket, and takes it with like an "aha!", opening it up and taking out a stack of $20 bills.